Yggdrasil
Time outlives us all
Space sat like a backlit blackout curtain with pinholes punched in it as the sleepership drifted through the blackness. The old hull was a symmetrical design consisting of sharp angles and straight surfaces with a centric cockpit and fuselage that screamed its age like a roaring infant in its crib. There was nothing pretty about the design by current standards but it was effective and in its time that was all that mattered. Two small flashing running lights were its only signs of life as the stars kept silent vigil for the lost craft as an ancient computer began a process that was long overdue. The computer upon registering a still distant gravity well began waking the frozen crew to begin the colonisation work that they had trained for millennia ago. The motors in the sleeper rooms began whirring to life as the process began. The simple metallic walls and deck were the only witnesses to the process as one by one the computer check lifesigns on the crew. The tanks monitors one by one read deceased as the computer scanned the bodies until it found a living specimen. Slowly the body was infused with extra nutrients and small doses of adrenaline while the fluids were heated then drained from the tank. The tubes and needles pulled themselves from her body as her grey eyes opened and she fell naked to the floor of the now open tank. She wretched several times until only dry heaves and coughing were left. Cold and shaking from sleeping sickness she rolled onto her back and tried to blink away blurry vision and use muscles that had long been unmoved.
Slowly she finally reached for a chair and pulled herself up to her knees, the need for warmth driving her, and found the supply locker on the long work table where it was supposed to be. She fumbled the latch open and finally removed the thermal jumpsuit and blanket and covered herself before diving straight for the ration pack. She ate loudly and greedily as she sat back to gather herself for the task she was trained for. Little did she know, things had changed.
Slowly she finally reached for a chair and pulled herself up to her knees, the need for warmth driving her, and found the supply locker on the long work table where it was supposed to be. She fumbled the latch open and finally removed the thermal jumpsuit and blanket and covered herself before diving straight for the ration pack. She ate loudly and greedily as she sat back to gather herself for the task she was trained for. Little did she know, things had changed.
